Start From Scratch II lyrics - The Game

Yo son, if that nigga Prodigy was standin' in my face right now

He'll say "Yo, dunn, you know I really fuck with you"

That's why a nigga out here in Kingston, smokin' the loud

Playin' nothin' but Mobb Depp on this motherfuckin'

And the first I ever had on The Documentary came from that nigga Havoc

So I gotta thank (You)

Looked out for a nigga, I owe you one

If I could start from scratch, I'd change hella shit

Would've never went to Hot97 with hella clips

Wouldn't have took Yayo spot even though he irrelevant

I could've left them niggas alive, now I'm stuck with they skeletons

I defended Nas, Joe and 'Kiss, like fuck this group shit

Murder was the case, so I was in New York on my Snoop shit

Shouldn't have told this nigga I'm ridin' in his coupe with

Everybody an opp, shoot, I don't care who you hit

Should've married my baby momma

Either one, probably save me from the drama

Made where my kids stay hotter than a sauna

Had me runnin' from my karma, sometimes a nigga gotta (Get away)

Take some time off, clear my head, clear your thoughts

If it weren't them lines crossed

I hop up in a beamer with your girl, you ain't seen her

'Cause we headed to Jamaica on a (Getaway)

If my opps listenin', fuck (You)

Some times a nigga gotta (Get away)

Middle finger in the air, fuck (You)

If I get locked with the Glock

Tell my daughter that her daddy on a (Getaway)

If I can rewind the hands of time

I would've walked in the club and let it blam with Shyne

I would've told BIG about the Rampart

If you ain't from here, don't come here, you feel it in the air

Just (Get away) stay dangerous

And when I got the stainless, I aimed it

Middle finger in the air, fuck (You) and your family, nigga

Picture me sellin' my soul for a GRAMMY, nigga

If I could start it all over, I would've have went there tipsy

And clapped when they gave it to Missy

It ain't no jealousy with (You) like that convo with Jay

Maybe I misunderstood what he was tryna say

I had to (Get away) and head back to LA

Keep it real, I ain't talked to Hov' again to this day

If I wasn't hardheaded, could've been signed to the Roc

But I'm not, blown opportunity, too many shots

I let it (Get away)

If my opps listenin', fuck (You)

Sometimes a nigga gotta (Get away)

Middle finger in the air, fuck (You)

If I get locked with the Glock

Tell my daughter that her daddy on a (Get away)

You ain't been fuckin' with me all this time

Stay there, fuck (You)

This rap shit'll take your life

So sometimes you gotta (Get away)